Male Bonding (WIP)

Bobby walked up to the front door of the Loud house and knocked. It was a warm Saturday afternoon and he was looking forward to taking Lori out to the movies. While he was waiting, Bobby thought about what he wanted to get at the snack bar. Popcorn and soda was the usual standard, but he was running a little low on money, hence the matinee showing instead of a full priced evening ticket. Maybe they could get some convenience store candy and sneak it in? He wondered what would Lori think of that plan.

When someone opened the door, Bobby jumped up in alarm. The blonde-haired girl in front of him didn't match any of the sisters in his mental database. Going through each family member, none of the parameters lined up. Curly blonde hair, cute buck teeth, hoop earrings and a pearl necklace? Definitely not one of the younger twins. Her blue dress flowed loosely over a lithe frame, and Bobby couldn't help but notice her matching blue high heels. Panicking, Bobby reasoned that he must have knocked on the wrong door by mistake. He fumbled with his words, tossing out a quick, "Oh shit, I'm sorry," as an apology, realizing he probably shouldn't have cursed around the young girl.

"Sorry for what?" the young girl replied quizzically. Bobby was immediately taken by how boyish her voice sounded. It was much more masculine than her appearance would suggest. It was almost as if... Hey, wait a second, Bobby thought, and took a closer examination of the child in front of him. Peeking just under the girl's yellow curls, Bobby noticed a bolt of white hair poking out underneath. The girl also had the slightest bump of an Adam's apple protruding in her throat, and her posture indicated that she felt uneasy in her heels, as if this were the first time she had ever worn them...

"Lincoln? Is that you?" Bobby shouted out in alarm, assembling the clues in his head while blurting out the question. Lincoln looked down and seemed to notice for the first time that he was still in a dress and a wig. Freaking out at Bobby's accidental intrusion, Lincoln stumbled inside, tripping over his own feet and falling to the ground. His bare feet slipped out of the pumps and he let out a useless cry of anguish. Feeling defeated, Lincoln picked himself off the ground, collected his shoes and walked over to the couch. Bobby watched this all with a look of sheer perplexity. Unsure of what to do next, he asked, "Can I come in?" The boy weakly nodded.

Bobby sat down next to Lincoln and they sat in silence for a few unbearable minutes. He had to say something, so he went with the most pertinent question. "Why are you dressed up like that?"

"It was Take Your Daughter to Work Day," Lincoln sighed. "I was tired of always getting left behind while my sisters have a great time with my dad, so I made up a plan to join them." The boy pulled off the poofy blonde wig and tossed it aside, revealing his white hair underneath. "I guess it didn't work. Who knew Dad wouldn't be fooled by his only son pretending to be a long lost daughter?" There was a tinge of bitterness to Lincoln's voice, and Bobby felt a lot of sympathy toward him. He was compelled to say something to cheer Lincoln up.

"Y'know," Bobby said, clearing his throat before going on. "If it's any consolation, you had me fooled."

"R-really?" Lincoln looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Bobby put a hand behind his head and smiled. The kid must have taken some solace in fooling him. Lincoln looked so enthusiastic, it was cute.

"Sure Linc, you make a pretty cute girl." Bobby lightly punched him in the arm. Lincoln blushed at this, not entirely sure how to take that compliment. But he liked what Bobby was telling him, and he wanted to hear more.

"Do you...want to see me in the wig again?" Lincoln stammered, unsure of where he was going with this.

"O-of course!" Bobby replied before catching himself. What was he saying? It was too late. Lincoln had already grabbed the wig and put it on again. The eager expression on his eyes got around Bobby's initial defenses, and so the older boy gave Lincoln a proper once-over, if only to make the younger boy happy. To his utter surprise, Bobby kind of...liked what he was seeing. Lincoln was enjoying the attention so much that he adopted subtle shifts in his body language the further sell the illusion. The boy clasped his hands together and pointed his arms inward to make his shoulders less broad, and then pressed his legs together at the thigh before separating them again at the knee, giving the impression that his hips were wider than they actually were. A solitary "wow" escaped Bobby's lips. Lincoln's newfound femininity was complemented by the lovely shade of blue of his dress and the blonde curls of his wig. Bobby also noticed a familiar scent wafting off of him. "Lincoln...i-is that Lori's perfume?"

Lincoln averted his gaze before a demure smile crept upon his lips. Without thinking, Bobby grabbed Lincoln by the shoulders and brought him in for a rough kiss. Lincoln closed his eyes and moaned inadvertently at Bobby's intrusion. The older teen manhandled Lincoln, forcing his tongue inside and claiming dominance over the boy. No, Lincoln wasn't a boy when he was wearing this dress. He was this...frilly, feminine thing. As Bobby busied himself with justifying his actions, Lincoln was losing all sense of restraint, moaning and whimpering helplessly. After what seemed like ages, the two pulled away, panting and sweating with arousal. Bobby's eyes flickered down and noticed a tiny bulge poking out of Lincoln's dress. Bobby was hard too, the bulge in his jeans putting Lincoln's to shame.

A single "wow" escaped Lincoln's lips. It was his turn to be speechless.
>that single word of encouragement was enough to get bobby going
>he pushes lincoln down onto the floor and stands over him
>lincoln feels confused at first, like he did something wrong
>his fear dissipates when he hears a long slow zzzzzziiip as bobby pulls down his fly
>bobby unsheathes his incredibly well endowed cock, his erection bouncing defiantly in the air
>the sight of it makes lincoln salivate, a trickle of drool running down his lipstick covered lips
>bobby issues a single command, "get over here" and lincoln happily complies
>walking over on his knees, lincoln is now eye level with bobby's cock and is about to wrap his hands over it
>bobby slaps lincoln's face, leaving a stinging sensation in his cheek
>"don't do anything until i tell you to, slut."
>the mixture of dirty talk and condescension makes lincoln feel dirty in the best possible way
>tiny droplets of precum are beginning to leak out of his boycock, staining the front of his dress
>bobby walks up to lincoln and lays his cock along the length of his face
>lincoln closes his eyes and breathes in bobby's musk
>he desperately wants to jerk off and is reaching for his dick when bobby's hand slaps him across his face
>"what did i say?" bobby questions lincoln sternly
>"don't do anything until you tell me to"
>"until i tell you to,...what?" bobby looks expectantly at lincoln
>"until you tell me to...sir."
>"good girl. you're learning," bobby reaches out, causing lincoln to flinch at first
>but then bobby strokes the younger boy's face tenderly
>shame and arousal spread across the young boy's face
>the blush in his cheeks spread and mingle with the handprint on his face

>bobby backed off a little so that the tip of his cock was aimed directly at lincoln's face
>"now kiss it."
>without a second thought, lincoln stuck his tongue out and pressed it against bobby's head
>the taste is slightly salty. skin mixing with sweat mixing with cum
>it was heaven for lincoln
>unhappy with just licking it, he opened his mouth wide and fit the whole head inside
>it took some effort, lincoln's small mouth had to strain to accommodate the girth
>the pressure on all sides caused bobby to sharply inhale
>lincoln loved that sound, that recognition that he was doing a good job
>he swirled his tongue over and around the head, tiny circles at first
>when he got the technique down he began to explore all sides of bobby's cock, making mental notes of the reactions
>bobby's eyes rolled back as he bit his bottom lip
>he was thoroughly impressed, lincoln was doing incredibly well for his first time
>maybe even better than lor-
>that thought was interrupted by lincoln taking the initiative and shoving bobby's cock further down his throat
>it brushed against his uvula and kept going, bobby's length filling lincoln's throat all encompassingly
>to bobby's utter shock, lincoln was able to take his cock all the way to the base
>his nose was getting tickled by bobby's happy trail
>lincoln pulls the cock out of his mouth slowly, withdrawing the head and giving it a kiss
>he looks up at bobby, and it appeared like he was crying
>lincoln's mascara started to run, black streaks dripped down his face
>but his expression couldn't have been happier
>he looks up at bobby and asks, "how am i doing, sir?"

>without answering, bobby puts a hand on either side of lincoln's head and rams his way inside the boy's throat
>lincoln squeaks out a gasp of surprise as his mouth is stuffed full of bobby's huge cock
>using his mouth as a sex toy, bobby thrusts in and out of lincoln at a blistering pace
>the younger boy's arms fall to his sides as he gives up struggling
>at this point, he is happy to just be a conduit for his master's release
>bobby pounds against lincoln's throat with so much force that the two of them threaten to topple over
>the two both voice their pleasure in different ways
>bobby moans unabashedly, basking fully in the sensation of the young boy's throat
>lincoln grunts and moans in muffled response, bobby's pleasure feeding into and echoing off in his own voice
>amid the sexually charged moaning, a light clapping noise can be heard as bobby's balls slap against lincoln's chin
>after a few minutes, bobby feels a building up of tension in his balls
>he knows what's coming next
>bobby pulls out and an audible popping noise can be heard from the suction of lincoln's lips
>the teenager jerks off at an incredibly fast pace in front of lincoln
>becoming incredibly turned on at what would happen next, the boy readies himself
>lincoln opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue ready to receive bobby's seed
>this is it, it's happening. bobby feels like he's falling into oblivion
>his toes point inward and he knocks his knees
>bobby's cock twitches for a split second before spurting all over lincoln's face
>load after load is fired onto the eager victim
>thick ropes of cum cover lincoln's mouth, and nose, some even landed on the wig
>both boys pant and moan trying to catch their breath
>when lincoln regains his wits, he uses a finger to lick off some of the cum
>he sucks on his finger, savoring the taste, before looking back up at bobby
>"what's next?"
>bobby looks at the cute little bulge in lincoln's dress "now it's your turn."